Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim!

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Tiz's POV-

Of course, figuring something like this out, I was going to investigate. Now. I quickly went over to the new house, looking at the lawn gnomes, flamingos, and 'I Heart Earth' signs, before knocking on the door.

"Who is ittttt!?" I heard a voice chirp.

"Er.. a.. person!" I replied, smacking my forehead. Yeah, that was smart.

"OKAY!" I heard the voice, before the door swung open, only to reveal a small, green thing. It kind of looked like a plushie of sorts.

"Is, uh, Zim here? I'm... er, a friend of his, I guess." I lied.

It shook it's head. "No, Master isn't home yet. You should come in, though!"

"Oh, er, alri--"

"YAY!" It screamed, before I had the chance to finish. I stepped in and looked around, the plushie-like figure jumping on the couch. I closed the door behind me.

"I'm Gir." It said. "What's your name?"

"Er, Tiz. Tiz is my name." I replied, slowly sitting down on the couch next to Gir.

"Tiz is a cool name!" Gir replied, before his head unzipped and a projector type thing came out of his head.

A SiR. Of course. Why would they give him a SiR, though? I thought they hated him... I thought to myself, before Gir began speaking again.

"I gotta go for lil' bit, 'kay? Don't go anywhere!" He said, before flying out the house.

Great. Alone in someone else's house. What a fabulous first impression this'll make. I thought, even though, technically, I'd already made my first impression in class this morning.

Suddenly, there was a loud pound on the door, before Zim and Gir entered.

"I feel good about how today went." Zim said, plucking a twig out of his wig, before he noticed me.

"COMPU-"

"Save it." I interupted him.

"Excuse me?" Zim replied.

"Stop acting all high and mighty, for two seconds, dude. I know your secret."

"What secret? I have no secret! I AM NORMAL!" He hollered, throwing his arms up in the air.

I raised my non-existant eyebrow, before plucking his wig off. "You're irken. That's not normal on this planet."

Zim snatched his wig back. "How would you know of the irkens?" He questioned.

"I am irken. And you wouldn't know, because I don't have a crappy disguise -- like somebody in this room." I said, taking off my own wig and eye lenses.

Zim stared at me for a few moments. I don't think he wanted to believe it.